Tell your goat stories!!

When I was a little girl my mom had a Nubian her name was Josephine.She was able to run free in our yard during the day,she was very sneaky and always tried to butt you when you weren't looking.She had one horn that stuck up and one that grew close to her head because of a butting injury.When I was in the 4th grade we had to do a report for English class.I was in a hurry going to school that morning and had my report in my hand.As I was leaving for school I went to pet her and she grabbed my report,she had half of it ate before I could do anything about it.When I got to class I had to tell my teacher that the goat ate my homework.
 
When I only had one or two goats, I used to take them trick-or-treating on Halloween. The first year, Newton was a pumpkin. The second year, we had Newton and Toby; Newton was an FBI agent, sort of like Men In Black; he wore my husband's black suit blazer and an FBI hat...Toby, who is Nigerian with horns, was an alien with tennis balls poked on the ends of his horns. The neighbors know we're coming and they know my goats like peanuts, so two neighbors had the normal peanuts in the shell, and one neighbor had the nice unshelled salted peanuts in a nice bowl! I taught the goats to shake and also stand up and turn around for their tricks before they could get their treats.
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That is fantastic!! I love the alien tennis ball horns. What a cute idea.
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One of my Boer does can shake hands, but I have yet to teach her any other tricks. I do plan to though.
 
Two of them:

We all know goats eat everything. Ken put the bird feed in the trailer in the yard - 150 lbs of lay mash, 50 lbs of game feed. Two very fat and happy goats were in the trailer this morning.
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Another trip to the feed store!
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My son had a bunch of his friends over one day, and we were out feeding and watering the birds. These boys are all over 20 years old. Two of them were standing again the trailer when the goats approached them. These goats never approach anyone but me and Ken. They got scared, I came over to stop them and scratch their heads. Ernie promptly peed on my foot. Lovely.

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My Sister N Law had a bug exterminator come to her house, as he was doing a walk through he asked her if the little black thing in the kitchen was aloud in the house. Thinking it was her boston terrier she told him that she stays in the house most of the time. Then when she walked in the kitchen to much of her surprise it was her pigme goat that managed to escape out of the pen. The exterminator that she was crazy for letting the goat live in the house.
 
Now wait a minute! I protest that your crazy to let a goat live in the house- I have kept a number of them in the house. DH built the barn so I would quit bringing sick ones and abandoned babies in, didn't work, I still bring them in.

Had one born a few years ago, momma had no milk. So he was a completely bottle fed baby. Little sucker was a houdini. No matter where you put him in the field, under what lock and key, everytime you looked he was on the back porch. DH used to give me the devil- "don't let that goat at the house!!" HELLO- the goat CAME to the house after I told him no!
 
Okay you all are gonna die when you hear this one. We had some pymy goats years ago. My husband (aka the city slicker) and I were taking the goats out to graze in the yard on ther collars and leads. Well I had 2 goats in tow and he had two in tow also. Then Hubby accidentally dropped a lead and before I could say "Don't chase her." He lunged and she bolted.

Well of course nothing I could say at that point would have changed anything so I watched the chaos unfold. He ran after the loose goat, dropped the lead on the one he still had, and LEAPED for the first goat. Well she was quicker then he was and he LEAPED head first into the tree she was standing by. Yeah I thought he broke his neck for sure. I drug the 2 goats I had over as fast as I could and said "HONEY ARE YOU OKAY?" He got up kinda dazed with tree "RASH" on his face and said. "Where are my glasses?"

It so wasn't funny at the time but know I tell hubby to tell everyone of his goat wranglin days. Oh and catching those 2 girls after he chased them was a chore!
 
When I was a kid we lived in the tiny, little town of Loma, Nebraska - at that time the population was about 26 people including my family of 6. Main street consisted of my parent's bar which was more like a general store or C-store of today, and the Saint Luke's Catholic church.

We had various dogs and cats and one spoiled, beloved goat named Billy. Billy was a tri colored mixed breed who never met a stranger. He loved people and enjoyed attention from everyone that would come to the Loma Tavern...he was not the least bit shy. Billy spent his days roaming the town and hanging out with our dogs, cats and horses.

When the Frito Lay panel truck driver would deliver snacks and chips to the taven...often, the driver would just leave the sliding, side door of the truck open - to freely run up and down the steps of the truck - not wanting to have to open and close the doors while carrying boxes or crates of product with each trip to the truck. Billy thought this was GRAND! More than once the driver found him in the truck eating Frito's and chips...Billy preferred Fritos...if given the choice.

One very warm, humid Sunday morning the ushers of the church left the front doors of the church open for ventialtion. About half way through Father Kozlik's serman, you could hear the hoof beats of a curious little goat...marching right down the center isle, wondering why he hadn't been invited to the gathering...right behind him was our dog, "Puppy" and our white cat "Tommy" that had one blue eye and one green eye...they didn't care about being invited...they just followed Billy where ever he went. You've never seen Church ushers move so quickly! It was the talk of the "town" and surrounding area for quite sometime. The funny part of the story is Father Kozlik's name translates closely to the word "Kozelka"which means goat in the Czech language. The locals really got a kick out of that...The Kozelka went to visit Father Kozlik.

I don't think the priest thought it was very funny...I still remember the look on his face. We had to keep Billy confined during Sunday morning mass from that period on. He got into other things too...I just don't remember them all as vividly as those two incidents. Before long, my uncle came to get Billy "to take him to a pasture far away" - at least, that is what they told us. I still remember them driving away in the truck, Billy standing on his hind legs crying out to us...it was painful then and is still paniful now. Boy, did I ever love that goat! My brother and I had rigged up a harness that worked with out coaster wagon and he would pull us around town...it was awesome...Billy was awesome...way too awesome to end up at a slauther house.
 
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